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A gunshot awoke Hana. With nothing but a silk nightgown to shield her from the freezing air, she leapt out of bed and hurried towards the forest.
Two snowy wolves laid in a hunter’s trunk, dead. One was Ame. She recognized him instantly and cried.
The man had tossed her son like trash. And he’d get praised for his slaughter. There wasn’t anything more horrifying.
Hours later, Hana stood from the grass. Now the sun set into amber clouds. Her son was with his father, surrounded by warm sun and flowers. She’d be okay.
The only problem was telling Yuki.